Chapter 952 Zizan Barton

The Bartons resided in a mansion at Forthmore City, Northania.

As the gates opened slowly, a Knight XV, a luxurious armored SUV that cost 20 million and was known as the moving tank, sped into the mansion with ten more black SUVs following its lead.

Acrowd of a thousand men in suits was gathered at the mansion. They bowed in unison, "Welcome home, Young Master!"

As soon as the Knight XV came to a stop in front of the majestic palace-like mansion, a butler rushed forward to open the car door.

Then, a handsome and muscular man in a fitting suit got down from the car. The more prominent members of the Barton family greeted the man simultaneously. "Greetings, Young Master!”

It turned out that the exceptionally handsome and well-built man in front of them was none other than the young master of the Barton family and the eldest son of Schubert Barton, Zizan Barton.

Zizan Barton led his black-clad men into the mansion and asked his butler coldly, "What's the situation right now, Mr. Sanders?"

Tony Sanders was the remaining butler alive out of the three butlers of the Barton household. He kept up with his young master's pace and replied in a low voice, "Master led his men to Channing to save Sir Tom and Sir Jerry, but he underestimated Nathan."

“None of them made it back. The men were arrested, and Master had cerebral infarction. He was sent back to us by Nathan."

billion to the Cross family. However, Nathan did not let

on Zizan Barton's grim face darkened further when

He was surrounded by medical equipment as a doctor

one of the most prominent neurologists in the country. After observing his paralyzed father, Zizan Barton turned and asked, "Doctor Ludden, can you save him?" Dean Ludden had an awkward expression on his

to know about your medical theories. I'm asking you one more time; what

choice but to admit,

well, he can only maintain this paralyzed state at

"| understand," Zizan nodded.

pair of scissors on the bedside table and

Pfft!

stared incredulously at the pair of scissors protruding from his

Pit! Pit, pf...

a single word, Zizan Barton stabbed repetitively at the poor doctor until the latter fell to

covered their mouths in

were

they lowered their heads

Wi acne the blood on hig bands Using a white Hanbierchist he glanced at the

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